Brown gas lights for cold long nights
Empty strips of small town business
Turvent
Snug wheels rubbing
Pavement snubbing
Peeled back tracks of grain choked treads
Blank eyes wide focus off sight
Blinding bright
Dust trail spiral
Shish
Molten melodies warbling overtly
Races of tangled tails ripped with wind
Mirth
Glory
Dull lit dashboard glowing gold
Swill of serpent spit swashing in old bottles
Held high, tingeing night dark a callibogus lark
Torpid globules wet lips to smack with laughter
See
Sticks in the fog amass into one
Shoulders, eyes, dingy hair
Turn around and fix a glare but lack conviction
No anger burns, no terror trembles
Simple submission with this comprehension
Scane
Tine
Whine and rampage swerve to miss
Hit to kill
Overturn and down the hill
Still staring after all this time
Disappointment searing blind
Step
Off the center line
Tomorrow night
Twenty-nine